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Sara reached up as high as she could, trying her best to get to the top of the refrigerator with her feather duster. When standing on her toes and stretching as far as she could was only enough to get half of it dusted, she tossed the duster into the air and caught it with a ribbon, using it to reach further back and get those last few spots that her arm just couldn't reach.

When she pulled it back, the duster was still completely clean without a speck of dirt on it. Considering the fact that she'd already cleaned the fridge less than an hour before, this didn't come as much of a surprise.

Letting out a huff, Sara tossed the duster onto the counter next to her. It seemed that she was running out of things to do. She'd scrubbed and cleaned every surface in the house, from the bottom of the toilet bowl to the tops of the bookshelves. She'd done the laundry and put it all away. Everything in the pantry had been organized alphabetically, then by size, then one last time according to flavour.

For the first time since she'd moved in, the housework was all done. Instead of being happy with her accomplishment, she was frustrated. Cleaning and busywork had been the one thing able to occupy her. Without it there to keep her mind off things, her attention immediately drifted back to what she'd been trying to ignore.

Her thighs ground together, providing just enough stimulation to the puffy lips of her vagina that she could feel a fresh burst of juices seep into the fabric of her panties. Saturated as they were, though, they did very little to actually contain it, and she warm droplets of the stuff rolled down the insides of her thighs. Her skirt prevented her from getting a good look, but she imagined that the fur there was soaked with it, all slick and shiny.

The source of the problem was no mystery to her: she was in heat. Normally, that'd be fine. She had a husband who was more than willing to help her through these things. Quite eager to do so, in fact. But that was where the problem laid: he wasn't there.

Not that anything had happened to him. He was perfectly fine, just away on a business trip. His job, while it was usually local, did have an occasional tendency to take him overseas. It was hard to predict when he'd have to leave, but thankfully, the trips never lasted more than a week.

Unfortunately, the universe seemed to have a bone to pick with her, because his latest trip had come with a twenty-four hour notice and was perfectly timed to coincide with the beginning of her heat cycle. As a sylveon, her heat cycle was rather short: just seven days, exactly the length of time that her husband would be away.

But what it lacked in length, it made up for in potency, and it did it in spades. Sara was only on the third day, and the list of what she was able to focus on had narrowed down to two things: cleaning, and fucking. With the house spotless as it was, she was now left with one option.

Sara groaned and leaned against the counter with one hand, the other moving under her dress and down between her legs. Her fingers came to a gentle stop against her swollen vulva, a shudder running down her spine from even the lightest touch.A strong heat came off of it, a side effect of her body working to make her as fertile as possible.

She could feel every bit of it. Her body was crying out, screaming at her to find the nearest male and ride him until his pelvis was ground to dust, but she didn't. Despite the overwhelming need to be mated, Sara was sure that she could hold out until her husband was home. It was only four more days, after all.

Though her assurances were somewhat undermined by her fingers, which had moved beyond their gentle stroking into something more involved. One was now buried between her lips, moving up and down, flicking along her clit and threatening to push deeper inside her. It was joined by another, both of them pushing against her entrance while her thumb ground against her button.

It was a futile gesture, of course. No amount of masturbation would kill the fire inside her, only dull it down for maybe half an hour before it came back with even greater intensity. But that was a logical thought, and logic had all but left her mind in favour of something far more base. At first her fantasies were focused on her husband, but then others, like the umbreon cashier down at the corner store. He was single, she was pretty sure. Maybe he'd be willing to do something if she asked nicely.

Ideas of exactly what that 'something' would consist of filled her mind as she continued to frig herself, driving those fingers deeper into her cunt with ever increasing speed. Her hand was coated in her own juices, her actions having served to elevate her from soaked panties to wet enough to form a small puddle beneath herself, but she wasn't even close to being done. Her free hand moved from the counter to her chest, grabbing one of her breasts and kneading at it with all the wild force she wanted someone to do to her.

Her fingers shifted, changing from a palm grip to something more localized, focused entirely on her nipple. They pinched at it through the fabric of her shirt, tight enough for it to sting, then started tugging at it this way and that. The hand between her thighs matched its intensity tit-for-tat, fingers thrusting in and out of her with enough speed to flick droplets of lubricant onto the side of the counter.

But no matter how aggressive she got, it wasn't enough. Her body wanted more, but it didn't want more from her. It wanted a man's hands groping at her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to hurt, fingering her until her eyes crossed from pleasure.

Most of all, though, it wanted a man to impregnate her.

She wasn't in any state to seek one out, though. Now that she'd started, all she could do was stand there and pleasure herself, bent over double while one hand worked in and out of her cunt and the other roamed across her body, pinching, rubbing, and squeezing wherever she felt she needed it. Sara was consumed by the sensations, constantly working towards a release that always seemed just out of reach.

So consumed, in fact, that she didn't hear the rumble of the bus pulling up just outside. Only the creak of the door jolted her back to reality, accompanied by the voice of her son.

"Mom!" Sean yelled, kicking off his shoes into an area vaguely near the shoe rack. "I'm home!"

With the front door leading straight into the kitchen area, Sara had only just enough time to yank her skirt back into place to cover herself before Sean rounded the corner, shrugging his backpack off and placing it onto its hook. "Hello, Sean," Sara said, trying her best to keep a cool face and level expression even as droplets of fluid continued to roll out of her panties and drip down to join the puddle beneath her.

Sean ran up next to her, a bounce in his step and a smile on his face, looking like he was about to say something. As he got closer, though, that smile was replaced by a look of confusion. "What's that smell?" Sean asked, nostrils flaring as he took in a deep breath.

Sara's eye twitched. "Oh, that's from theeeeee," she said, dragging out the syllable as she scrambled for something approaching a plausible explanation. "New floor cleaner. I'll have to go back to the old one."

Sean was about to give a response, but Sara cut him off. "So, how was your day at school? Did you learn anything?"

It wasn't hard to redirect Sean's attention, and Sara was quickly treated to all the details of a life in fourth grade. It'd apparently been quite the day: there'd been a history exam, a science experiment involving the classic papier-mâché volcano, and something about poetry that Sean seemed altogether too excited about. Sara did her best to follow along, but it was difficult for her to keep up with all the details. Partly because he spoke with all the natural exuberance of any eight year old, but mostly because of another reason.

Perhaps it was because he'd interrupted her mid-session. Perhaps it was because three days of heat with no relief had driven her to the breaking point. Whatever the case, her brain was finally beginning to recognize Sean less as a child and more as a male, along with everything that implied. She could feel that fire inside her burn higher.

"...and then there was this one by Robert Frost, and he--" Sean cut himself off, looking up at his mother with an expression of concern. She looked back at him, but her eyes were glazed, less like they were looking a person and more like they were staring at a piece of meat. "Mom, are you okay? You look a bit... hot."

That got her attention. She jerked back, looking down at him with the same face she made whenever he swore, albeit less angry and more shocked. The blush painted across her cheeks only intensified at his words. "What did you say?" Sara asked, her voice choked to a whisper.

"You look hot," Sean said in the familiar nervous tone of a child who knew he'd done something wrong but wasn't quite sure what. "Your face is all red, and you're sweating. Mom, are you sick?"

Oh, hot. Sara let out a sigh of relief. "No, dear, I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

"Let me take your temperature," Sean said, moving towards her and reaching his hand up towards her forehead.

Sara stiffened as soon as he made contact. He was short enough that he still had to stretch to reach her face, which meant he had to get quite close. Sean didn't feel weird about touching his mother, so in his attempt to get his hand to her forehead, he had no problem with pressing his body against hers for support. The feeling of his front pressing against hers, his head at just the right height for his cheek to press against her breast, made her breath hitch in her throat.

"You have a fever!" Sean said, planting his hand against her forehead while she continued to hold her breath. Ignorant of her clear discomfort, he continued, pressing his ear against the left side of her chest. "And your heart is beating so fast. We need to take you to the doctor!"

"Uh, no no," Sara said, the idea of a hospital visit enough to bring her back to her senses. "We don't need to see the doctor, sweetie."

"But you're sick," Sean whined, starting to sound legitimately worried for her. It was cute, and Sara knew she'd find it cute even if the circumstances were different--but being what they were, she was finding that cuteness stimulating in an entirely inappropriate way.

"No, I'm not sick, I'm..." Sara said, grabbing Sean by the head and prying him away from her body, but her words trailed off when she looked down at his wide-eyed face cupped in her hands. He was so warm, so soft, so cute. So, so cute. "Maybe... you can help mommy?"

Arceus, what was she doing?

His eyes lit up at the prospect that he might be able to assist. "What do I have to do?" Sean said, hands reaching up and resting over the backs of her own. Sara was standing right on the precipice, now. She knew that if she said one more word, she wasn't going to be able to stop.

"Come with me to the couch, sweetie," Sara said, releasing her hold on his face and grabbing one of his hands with her own. She turned and started walking towards the living room, tugging him along behind her. Clearly, it hadn't been a request.

But Sean, eager to help his mother and not quite wise enough to see where the situation was going, didn't even notice. "Coming!" he said, padding along behind her, concern replaced by chipper enthusiasm.

When they reached the couch, Sara dropped down onto one end, and Sean hopped up to sit next to her. As soon as she sat down, Sara's hands were moving to the front of her dress, undoing buttons with impressive speed considering the way her fingers were shaking. "What are you doing, mommy?" Sean asked, staring at her with pure, innocent curiosity.

"We need to be naked for this part," Sara said, amazed with just how easily everything was coming to her. She looked over to him while her hands reached around her back, groping for her bra strap. "You'd better take your clothes off, too."

"Oh, okay!" he said, seeing no oddness with the situation. His mother knew best, after all. He hopped to his feet and pulled his shift off over his head before dropping it to the floor. Next, he tugged his shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off, then peeled off his tighty whities and flung them into the pile with the rest of his clothes. Apart from a pair of striped socks, he was completely nude. "What now?"

Sara was practically drooling as she looked over the sight of her naked son. She hadn't seen him like this in years.Some things were the same--that slight pudginess from his residual baby fat, for example, and the tuft of white fur just above his groin. Other things had changed.

And oh, had they changed. Gaze wandering a few inches below that white fur, Sara could see that Sean had grown quite a bit since she last checked. Certainly not enough to rival an adult man--he was only a grade schooler, after all--but definitely enough to pique her interest. The best word she could think of for it was cute, and damn if cute wasn't exactly what she needed right then and there.

"Lie down here," she said, patting the spot on the couch next to her. He flopped down onto it, looking up at her expectantly with his hands crossed over his belly. "Alright, now just stay still, okay?"

"Mhm!" Sean hummed, smiling up at her. She smiled back, though it felt less motherly and more like the grin of a wolf bearing down on her prey. At that point, though, she couldn't stop herself if she tried. She reached out and sunk her hands into his fur, ignoring the giggle he gave in response, and searched through the fluff there until her fingers brushed over two slight bumps on the surface of his chest. Bingo.

"A-ah, mom?" Sean said, yipping slightly as Sara's fingers closed in on his nipples and started to pinch and tug at them. "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, Sean, I'm just..." Sara trailed off, fingers still squeezing at the little eevee's nipples while her eyes roamed across his body. The rise and fall of his chest, steadily quickening as she continued to touch him. The slight squirming of his limbs, his whole body made wiggly by the unfamiliar sensations coursing through him. His penis, lying flaccid against his stomach.

"I'm just..." Sara couldn't bring herself to finish a sentence, instead finding her face drifting steadily closer to her son's boyhood until her nose was just inches away from making contact. Her nose twitched as she took a deep breath, sampling his scent. As immature as it was, there was a definite hint of maleness there, the mark of a developing boy. In her state, even a cub would fill her needs. "I'm showing you what you're going to do to mommy, okay?"

"O-okay," Sean mumbled, looking down at her with half-lidded eyes that nonetheless glimmered with curiosity. That was good. Sara didn't need any backtalk after he'd gotten her this worked up.

Pushing her snout forward until her nose was pressed flush against his soft penis, right against the base of it where his balls were pulled up against his body in a tight little package, Sara inhaled deeply. He still had that youthful smell she'd grown so familiar with over the years of raising him, but now, there was something else. A faint note of spice, hinting at things yet to come, parts of him that he hadn't even dreamed of exploring yet starting to click into place.

Maybe it was only the dry spell talking, but in that moment, that budding scent seemed more appealing to her than any mature man's could ever be. Sara's tongue slipped out of her mouth, dragging over the short, downy fur of her son's sac and up along the underside of his shaft, flicking off the head of his cock still shrouded in foreskin.

"Mom, why are you licking there?" Sean asked. "Isn't that place private?"

Sara glanced up. He looked confused, but she could tell he was breathing a bit faster, and his hands were clutching tight at the couch cushions. Perfect.

"Yes, Sean, but..." Sara said, trying to keep her voice cool even while she took deep drags of his scent between words. "When you love someone very, very, much, you touch them in their private place in a special way."

"But why?"

"Because," Sara said, pausing for a moment to give Sean another big lick. His balls jostled under her tongue, and she could feel him twitch from the contact. "It feels good."

"It feels weird," Sean mumbled, shuddering at her touch and screwing his face up in a grimace.

"It gets better," Sara said, planting a kiss on his balls. He was half hard now, foreskin just beginning to peel back and reveal the slightest glimpse of a pink head. "Here, let me show you."

"Mom, what are you-- Waah!" Sean's words were cut off by a yelp as his mother grabbed his legs from just under the knees and hoisted him up, spreading them apart as she did so. The new position gave Sara the perfect view of his ass, cheeks spread apart just enough for her to see his hole, tightening up while his tail whipped back and forth below. "What are you doing?!"

"Making you feel good," Sara said, though in her mind, she knew this was more about making her feel good than anything. As her husband had learned quite well over the years, she had something of a fixation on the male ass, one strong enough that she was intent on indulging it despite the burning between her thighs. She pushed her snout forward, burying it between Sean's cheeks until her nose was pressed up against his taint.

"M-mom!" Sean whined, moving a hand to his mother's head. He didn't tell her to stop, though, and his hand did nothing but rest against her forehead. To Sara, that was more than enough reason to keep going. She tilted her muzzle down so her nose was pressed right against the ring of his asshole, then took a deep whiff.

It was everything she'd hoped it to be: that same familiar musk that was wafting off his dick, only now with bitter, earthier tones that only made her want it that much more. Sara took another drag, filling her nostrils with his wonderful scent until her sinuses burned with it and she could feel her head start to spin.

"You shouldn't put your nose there," Sean mumbled, his voice quavering. When his next words came after a pause, they were so quiet that Sara could only just barely make them out. "It's dirty."

Sara just pretended that she hadn't heard. It wasn't as if she'd be able to stop herself, anyway. After taking one last quick, snorting breath that revitalized those tingling traces of spice in the back of her sinuses, she moved her snout up, shifting her nose so it was butting up against Sean's taint and her mouth was pressed flush against his tailhole. She could feel it twitching beneath her, its warmth against her lips.

It was high time to move beyond sniffing. After planting a quick kiss, one that would've been chaste had she done it to anything but his asshole, Sara let her tongue slip out of her mouth and drag up from the base of Sean's tail all the way up to the base of his balls.

Sean squealed, body tensing up in Sara's grip. He'd never even thought of touching himsef like that down there, let alone having someone else do it, and his mother certainly wasn't pulling any punches of account of his lack of experience. Her tongue pushed against him with as much force as she could muster every time it passed over his tailhole, something that happened more and more frequently as the speed of her licking increased.

"M-moooom!" Sean cried, voice rising a few octaves higher than usual. His body instinctively tensed up at her touch, but it did nothing to stop her, her tongue lapping with just as much force and speed as before regardless of how his ring clenched up under her. If anything, it might've made her a little more eager, her muzzle digging even deeper into his backside.

His clenching also did nothing to stifle the new feelings his mother was making him feel. That tongue dragged past his asshole over and over again, pressing against him hard enough that it seemed like it was going to go inside him. Each time it did, strange sensations coursed through his body: shocks ran up his spine, and a steady heat was steadily gathering in his crotch.

What was happening to him?

Sara pulled away, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to Sean's asshole momentarily before she broke them by licking her lips clean. As enamored with that part of him as she was--and she certainly was, she'd spend all day there if she had the time--something else had caught her attention. At some point during her stay under his tail, Sean had started enjoying himself a bit more than he let on: his dick was now fully erect, lying against the fur of his stomach. He'd even managed to squeeze out a drop of precum, glistening on the tip of his cock and catching her eye like a glittering jewel.

She grabbed his erection with a hand, squeezing it around the middle. Sean let out a squeak in response, and that bead of pre started to roll down along his frenulum before she caught it with a thumb and smeared it along his head. She lifted the digit back it up afterwards and marveled at the string of precum that connected her to him, thick and sticky, far beyond anything she would've imagined the little eevee being capable of producing.

That unexpected virility made her want to do all sorts of things with him, but even in the middle of her heat, she could tell what was and wasn't a good idea. Letting her son cum inside her when her body was screaming at her how fertile she was definitely fell into the latter category. Still, she'd already come this far, and she certainly wasn't going to walk away without getting some sort of release.

"Honey?" Sara said, giving Sean's cock one last loving stroke before letting it flop back against his stomach. At the same time, she released her grip under his knee, letting him drop back onto the couch while she rolled onto her back and took up the same position he was in, lying down with her knees splayed out on either side of him. One hand snaked down between her legs, two fingers touching down onto the sides of her slit and spreading them apart, a shudder rolling through her body as soon as she presented herself to her own son. "How about you do the same thing to mommy, now?"

"Okay," Sean mumbled, after taking a moment to catch his breath. He crawled forward onto his hands and knees and, once he'd blinked the blurriness away from his vision, stared down at his mother's vagina with a blend of interest and confusion. "What's that?"

"That's my cu..." Sara started, but hesitated. Despite how ridiculous it was, despite having just had her tongue buried in her son's ass mere seconds before, it still felt wrong to explain things to him with explicit language. "That's my private place, sweetie. Girls have different ones from boys."

"Oh," Sean said, confusion replaced by a sense of mild awe. He crawled towards her, nose twitching as it came closer to those spread lips, invisible pheromones drifting through the air. One hand stayed down to balance him while the other reached towards it, fingers outstretched, but drew back a second before making contact.

"Go ahead," Sara soothed, inching herself a bit closer to him. "Don't be scared."

Mollified by the encouragement, Sean let his hand move forward again and finally touch down onto Sara's folds. He was rewarded with the heat emanating off of her and the slick juices that immediately started to coat his fingertips.

"Why is it so wet?" Sean asked, tracing his fingers up and down along the outer edges of Sara's labia, growing bolder every second.

"It means I'm excited," Sara said, breath getting faster as her son's fingers pressed against her folds, threatening to venture deeper inside of her. "It's like how yours gets hard. Mine gets all wet, so..."

Sara trailed off, but Sean stepped in to finish the sentence. "So I can put mine in?"

"Uh, no," Sara said, stopping to bite her lip and choke back a moan when Sean jammed another one of his fingers inside of her alongside the first. "You only do that with someone very special to you. Someone you love a whole lot."

"But I do love you a whole lot, mommy," Sean said, eyes locked between her legs as he spoke. She could see his erection danging between his thighs, clearly not having gone down in the slightest since they switched roles. Eager to fulfill its purpose.

Though she had no intention of letting it do so. "How about you try using your mouth like I showed you, honey?" Sara said, hoping a bit of oral would help distract both of them from the altogether too exciting idea he'd brought up.

"Okay!" Sean said, sounding a whole lot more excited at the idea of exploring her body than he'd been at her exploring his. He dropped down to his elbows, rear raised high in the air and tail wagging just above it, his face inches away from her entrance. His nostrils flared, taking a deep whiff of her scent just like she'd done to him, and the slight purr he gave off made it clear that he liked it just as much as she did.

His tongue shot out of his mouth, planting itself at the bottom of her spread-open vagina before dragging itself up in a lick far more powerful than she'd been prepared for. Sara's hand pulled away from her cunt and planted itself on the couch behind her, letting her folds close around Sean's tongue while she threw her head back and let out a gasping moan.

That didn't dissuade Sean, though. He matched her enthusiasm pound for pound and had his natural curiosity to go along with it, which meant nothing was going to stop him. His tongue drove itself deeper inside her, lapping at her walls while his nose blew hot air across her throbbing clit. When he pushed forward even more, it ended up grinding against it, adding another level of stimulation to what she was already experiencing at the hands of his questing tongue.

This wasn't an appropriate thing for a mother to be doing with her son, none of this was, but she wasn't thinking about that. What she was thinking about was where her son had learned to give such good head. If it wasn't for everything else, she'd be worried that someone had been touching him and teaching him these things without her knowledge. Though, she supposed that wasn't much of a worry anymore; at this point, she'd probably let them do it, as long as she got a turn afterwards.

"That's it, hun," Sara said, tongue lolling out of her mouth in a wanton pant and her tail thrashing against the couch beneath her as it attempted to wag. "Keep doing thaaAat, please."

Sean was only too happy to oblige. Hands grabbing onto her thighs for better leverage, he dug his snout even deeper into her cunt, tongue diving as far into her as it could reach. It was starting to ache from all the licking, but he didn't care about that. Something had possessed him that was unlike anything he'd ever felt before--a single-minded, undying need for more, more of her. It was growing stronger with every passing second, her juices doing nothing to quench the fire inside him, but he kept going regardless. After all, what else could he do?

An answer to that question was starting to take shape, but until it was fully formed, he was happy to continue his licking. Sara was more than happy to have him do it.

"V-very good," Sara said, throwing back her head and screwing her eyes shut tight. "Just a little more, and I'll..."

She didn't get to finish her thought before Sean suddenly drew his face out from between her thighs and threw himself over top of her, his chin landing squarely between her breasts.

"Sean!" Sara shouted, eyes shooting wide open as her head whipped up to stare at him wild-eyed. "What're you doing?"

"Love you, mommy," Sean murmured, his eyes just as glazed as the rest of his face was. He'd seem drunk if it weren't for his hips moving with flawless precision, aligning the head of his dripping cock with her entrance in seconds, then wasting no time in slamming forward until his thighs came against hers with a loud slap.

Sara let out a squeak, so high and sharp that it managed to hurt her own ears, but Sean didn't give even bat an eye. He drew himself back out of her, and by the time she'd managed to take another breath, it was being forced back out of her in the exact same noise when he rammed back into her. Without any experience or knowledge on how to please a lover, Sean was doing things as naturally as he could, fucking her like an animal concerned only with its own pleasure.

Forunately or unfortunately, that was exactly what Sara's heat-addled and desperate mind needed. She tried to form words, to tell him to get off, but every stroke of his hips left her a shaking mess that could only whine and moan to let her son know exactly how good he was making her feel.

Minutes passed, moving along to the pace of Sean's wild thrusting. By the time she'd gathered enough control of herself to string a sentence together, a layer of sweat dripped off the both of them, mingling with the mixed fluids that soaked their thighs and splattered about whenever their hips met. By that point, her intentions had changed a fair bit.

"Sean, make sure you pull out after... I mean, before..." Sara's words fizzled out as Sean passed over some sensitive spot inside her, a sharp wave of pleasure shooting through her with enough intensity to make her clench down around him and shiver. His own body mirrored the motion, his hips stopping as he pushed himself to the hilt inside her and stayed there, shuddering while he basked in the sensation of her squeezing down on his cock. Then, once the moment had passed, he was right back to thrusting in and out of her with the same breakneck pace as before.

"Just pull out, hun, okay?" Sara asked, looking up at her son with lidded eyes and lips parted in a pant, an expression that wasn't quite as worried or convincing as she wanted it to be. Regardless, Sean nodded, trying his best to focus his bleary eyes on hers before he gave up and returned the entirety of his attention to pounding her.

"Good boy," Sara murmured, letting her head drop back against the arm of the couch as she finally relaxed. She trusted her son, and knowing that he wasn't going to shoot inside her was enough to put her at ease and allow her to enjoy what her body had been crying out for: a hard fucking, even one provided by her own flesh and blood.

Right on cue, too: Sean's thrusts got stronger and faster, driving Sara into an eye-rolling state of pleasure that left her completely unable to consider exactly what that change implied. Her hands moved from the cushion under her up to her chest, groping at her breasts or stroking the head of the eevee between them. She could see his nostrils flaring with each huffing breath he took, making it clear exactly how hard he was pushing himself. She found it cute, but more than that, she found it overwhelmingly attractive. The sight of his adorable little face screwed up with exertion made it impossible to forget he was her son, but at the same time impossible to regret allowing him to mate with her for a second.

She wasn't given too much time to appreciate it, though. Sean threw himself forward, hard enough for his little balls to slap against her ass, and wrapped his arms around her back in a tight hug. He let out the loudest moan she'd heard from him yet, and she could feel his cock throbbing harder than before as his thrusts shifted into short, hard slams that rocked his body against hers. She rushed to get her hands in place to push him away.

"Wait," Sara said, the streak of panic in her voice somewhat overridden by wavering as she approached orgasm, "don't!"

He didn't listen, and she was too slow to do more than get her hands pressed against his chest before it happened. Sean's moan was drowned out by a high, warbling shriek of her own as one of those throbs finally bore fruit. A rope of cum shot deep inside her, something that ordinarily she'd only just be able to feel. Through the fog of her heat, though, it felt like magma--an almost burning heat, one that made something tingle inside her in response.

The fear of getting impregnated by her son flared up for a moment before being washed away on a wave of pleasure as another blast of his seed joined what was already inside her. With the sheer fertility a sylveon's heat brought, even a drop of it would've been enough to seal her fate. She could practically feel it fertilizing her as the heat of his cum worked its way deeper inside of her.

So, with a shrugging feeling of acceptance, Sara wrapped her legs around his back and brought him in close. She pressed back against him, clit grinding against him as she worked herself to a finish--if she didn't have a choice whether or not she got pregnant, she'd at least get some release out of the deal. She dipped a hand down between her thighs and started to rub at her clit, pleasuring herself even as the little eevee on top of her continued to unload into her, panting and whimpering between her breasts.

It didn't take long. Like some sort of reward from her heat for finally giving in and allowing Sean to breed her, she brought herself to a strong, shuddering finish, a long whine escaping her mouth as she began to cum all over her son's cock. Her body tightened around him, milking him for the last spurts of his seed, ensuring as much of his first orgasm went inside her as possible.

When they were finished, both of them spent and her with a cunt packed full of his cum, they laid there and tried to catch their breath. A minute and a half passed in stillness and silence only broken by deep, heavy breaths before Sean stirred, trying to pull away from the grip of his mother's legs.

"Where're you going?" Sara said, voice heavy with exhaustion.

"You told me to pull out," Sean replied, still busily trying to pry himself away from her.

She giggled, then wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him in close, ruffling the fur of his head with her free hand. "I think it's a little late for that."

Not one to argue, Sean conceded, and laid there in the tender embrace of his mother while the seed he'd left inside her did its work.

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The morning after was a quiet one. Sara did her best to stay out of the way, but there was only so much time she could spend sequestered away in her room or reorganizing old Christmas decorations in the basement before she had to come out into the open.

So now she was in the kitchen, washing the dishes. Thankfully, Sean was upstairs playing in his room, which meant she didn't have to face him just yet. Unfortunately, it meant she had plenty of time to think over every aspect of what'd happened yesterday.

For one, when she woke up in the morning, her heat had ended. While ordinarily that'd be cause for celebration, the fact that her heat cycle was supposed to last another half a week turned it into a lead weight on her mind. There was only one way a heat ended early. Sure, she'd known it was going to happen the minute Sean came inside her, but being dimly aware of that with a mind addled by pheromones was different from really knowing it when she was clear headed.

There were pills she could take to prevent anything from coming of it, of course, but she couldn't fix what she'd done to her relationship with her son using medication. What was she going to do? What was she going to tell her husband when he came back? Everything seemed to have spiraled out of control, and she was worried she wouldn't be able to fix it.

Whatever the case, one thing was for certain: she was absolutely, definitely never going to let what happened yesterday happen again.

Sara was jerked from her train of thought by the sound of footsteps thundering down the stairs. "Mom!" Sean shouted, running into the kitchen. "Mom, I'm excited again!"

She turned, about to ask him what he meant, when she was stunned into silence by the sight of him. Apparently, he'd taken the liberty of removing his pants, which gave her an eyeful of exactly what he meant by 'excited.' His erection jutted out in front of him, bouncing up and down with his movements, Sara felt momentarily obliged to avert her eyes, but when she considered what they'd already done with each other, she decided it probably wasn't necessary.

"Um, that's nice, honey," Sara said, openly ogling the eevee's twitching erection as she did so. Perhaps they had crossed a certain threshold of intimacy, but even so, she probably should've been looking at his face while he spoke instead of eyeballing his cock so hard she was practically drooling over it. Still, that realisation wasn't quite strong enough for her to pull her eyes away.

"Can we do that thing again?" Sean said, moving closer to her while looking up at her with big, excited eyes. Sara was only able to stop staring between his legs by the time he was practically between hers, and it dawned on her that her back was to the kitchen counter. She was trapped between a rock and a hard place; she had to regain control of the situation before 'practically between her legs' became a much more literal description.

"I-I don't think that's a good idea," Sara said. She was looking to the side now, not out of any sense of modesty, but in an attempt to suppress the desire starting to bubble up inside her, made much worse by the close proximity.

"Why not?" Sean said, a bit of sadness starting to creep into his face. "Don't you like me?"

"It's not that, it's--"

Her words were cut off by a sharp gasp as Sean's fingers hooked into the band of her sweatpants and tugged them down to her knees, leaving a pair of thin black panties the only thing preventing her from being fully exposed to her son. His fingers slipped underneath them, pressing against the lips of her pussy.

"You're all wet," Sean said, any sadness in his voice already replaced by twice as much enthusiasm. "That means you're excited, too! Come on, mom, please?"

Arceus, he was right. When had that happened? She wasn't in heat anymore, and she knew she wasn't like this before he came down the stairs--did her son just being naked around her really arouse her that much?

Sara gulped and tried to steady her breathing, but it was hard. She could feel his fingers slipping inside her, one by one, while he kept beaming up at her with that hopeful look. She didn't know whether he was doing it intentionally, but he was standing in just the right spot for his cock to press against her leg, and she could feel it throbbing with anticipation at the prospect of getting to mate her again. It was difficult to deny her own excitement at such an idea.

She tried hard to think of some logical reason against letting her son do her for a second time or even just an ounce of shame, hoping that with the heat gone that there'd be some last shred of moral fiber crying out at her perversion. Instead, her mind told her that since he'd already gotten her pregnant, there was no risk, so she might as well do it anyway. Just one last time, and then she could tell him to stop.

"Fine," Sara mumbled, pulling her already damp panties down and revealing Sean's fingers working in and out of her dripping cunt. "Just be quick, I still gotta do the dishes."

Sean let out a single 'yay' before shoving his face forward, burying his snout between her thighs. His tongue was quick to follow, giving a few rapid licks to her vulva to clean up what she'd already soaked herself with before plunging deeper, working its way between her folds and trying to bury itself inside her. Sara let out a yip and started to slide down the side of the counter. Sean followed her all the way, never stopping his licking for a moment, until she was slumped against the counter and he was flat on his belly with his muzzle pressed flush against her crotch.

By the time night had come, the dishes still hadn't been finished. As Sara laid in bed with her son on top of her, at least four of his loads packed inside her, she wondered if it would be the last time after all.